September, 6 2010
Doctors. I hate doctors. But the times like this I really think I should go to one. My stomach and sides are a dark shades of purple and blue. Also every time I move a certain way I feel my ribs slip out of place. I take a deep breath and 'survey the damage.'
'3 broken ribs, 5 possible fractures, and 15 more bruises.'
'He' has done worse than this before so this is nothing for me. I get under the cabinet and pull out roll after roll of ace bandages. I start to wrap myself in them. After I'm all wrapped up nice and tight I walk down stairs knowing that 'He' isn't there. I get under the sink in the kitchen, bending down slowly to get out a bucket and a bottle of bleach. After pouring about 5 cups in the bucket, I put the white bottle back and get a rag. I go into the front room knowing that is going to be the biggest job today. Like always when this happens I 'survey the damage.'
'Puke in the corner, blood on the couch, blood on the floor, shattered glass, and more puke by the door.'
I drop the bucket on the floor to get a garbage bag and some paper towels.
After 2 hours of cleaning the front room it almost looks presentable again. I go to the curtains that were covering the window and pull them away slightly. Loving the feeling of the heat on my face. Basking in the sun for a couple seconds I see Umino Iruka walking slowly almost reluctantly down the road.
'I wonder why he went this way?'
I stand there and watch him silently. I chuckle slightly when he starts to step on the leaves trying to make them crunch under his foot, imitating a 5 year old. Iruka stops on the road and looks at my house for a couple seconds. Then he just shrugs and continues his walk down the road.
'I wonder if he knows about me?'
I don't know why I asked myself that question because everybody knows. I close the curtain. I pick up all my cleaning supplies and put them back where they came from. I go to my room not wanting to do anything else today.
I get to my room and under a loose board, I take out a shoe box. It has my most prized possession within it. Its the last picture of my mother. She is lying on a hospital bed with a warm smile gracing her lips holding something wrapped up in a blue baby blanket. I guard that picture with my life. I don't care what 'He' does to me as long as he doesn't take away the only thing I have left of my mother.
I put the picture back and put the shoe box back under the floor board. I lay back and try to get some much needed sleep and I hope for a better day.
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K aka Yaoi lover14706